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Valleria simply rolled her eyes as Fang seemingly freaked out about what he could do in the school “relax, obviously you got more things to do, it just has to do more with whoever you are with and wherever you are. I’m almost sure even if you come day after day to the gym it will always feel at least a bit different from what it was before, you have different people, different time of the day and different mood you’re in” Valleria explained while retracting her bow and hanging it on her quiver, she was in a good mood after all so why not try to at least once socialize with other people, she then looked at Damien and tilted her head “you seem surprised from my answer, did not expect me to actually accept it do you?” she said with a small chuckle, in all honesty she herself did not expect to accept it.
Rowser Rabbleman Team TYRD “Silence is golden. And that's also why I'm not stupid rich.”
Rowser had been making the rounds as today was a work day. And he was doing everything he could to specifically avoid cleaning the bathrooms. Any of them. Yes, it was part of his job as a janitor. Yes, he was still basically a new guy. No, he didn't wanna do it. Of course, if others had played his same game and he was stuck doing it, so be it, but still...
So he decided to spend some time in the gym doing unnecessarily more than he had to. Maybe he'd mop. Maybe he'd wax the floor. Maybe he'd take a nap under the bleachers. Or maybe he'd go say hi to Damien since he were here, too.
Wait a minute! DAMIEN WAS HERE TOO??? ”DAMIEN!!!” He shouted across the gym, his echoing voice likely startling some and just maybe getting his friend's attention. Rowser dropped his push broom and sped over to the group, only stopping short as he recognized one of them. “Oh, you're friends with Sunshine now?” He asked with his eyes on Val and accompanied with a half-armed point to her. At least this time he offered a wave, although hadn't introduced himself to Fang.
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Well that had crashed and burned. His suggestion to get out and find stuff to do was swiped out of the air and the conversation didn’t lead to much as of yet. But maybe it was Fang’s over eagerness that had put him out like that. Lounging around so much wasn’t really his style when there were possibilities waiting around. He had done enough resting back in his home village…..if you could call that resting at least.
Luckily there seemed to be a distraction of sorts that was brought to the group on his own two legs. Someone who was as loud as he was and seemed to know Val in some regard. Eyeing him up and down Fang crossed his arms in front of his broad chest and asked ”Assuming you know these two then? What a nice coincidence, they were just talking to the new kid. My name is Fang Gou, new student and running out of things to do quickly now that my workouts finished”.
Besides this there was one other snippet of conversation he could cling onto to keep things moving along. He turned his attention over to Damien and raised a dark eye brow. ”A maid? Don’t you mean a butler? Or do you wear one of those frilly skirts and leggings” Fang asked in a completely innocent voice. There was a genuine tone to it, as Fang literally didn’t know if that was what he meant. Judgement for wearing what you like didn’t come to a person like Fang.
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“I… did not,” Damien admitted sheepishly. He averted his gaze to the floor while his cheeks were tinted a hint of red until a familiar booming voice echoed through the gym. The young man was aware that Rowser had a gig working as a janitor but for some reason, he had expected one of the many nearby restaurants. “ROWSER,” Damien picked the boy up in a tight bear hug with Rowser’s feet dangling from the floor. Friends and hugs were two of the best things in the world after all. “Who,” He tilted his head quizzically while the reference to Val went over his head. He lowered the boy to the floor and backed up ever slightly while maintaining his gaze on his friend waiting for him to explain. Poor, rude Rowser – this might get somewhat awkward. Of course, Valleria had managed to overlook Damien’s ramblings; perhaps Rowser might also be so lucky.
“Oh, this guy? This is Rowser, my best bud and the R in TYRD,” Damien was happy to introduce his friend not having realized that Rowser did not introduce himself. The boy continued to think about what kind of experiences might be of interest to Fang, but they hardly knew anything about him. Damien felt bad not being able to be of more help. Heck, the boy had forgotten why he was even here. Life was like that sometimes, especially for Damien. “Have you looked into testing out your skills in a spar,” Damien questioned. If he liked working out, it would be a natural transition to practicing your skills in a friendly spar, “That is a pretty commonplace practice around here. It might be worth looking into.” The boy gave him a friendly thumb up with a goofy, wide grin.
“Huh,” Damien narrowed his gaze at Fang trying to understand what he meant. Oh yeah, normal people did not go around wearing maid outfits. That may have seemed bizarre. Damien chuckled, “It started out as a bet with Yume but as it turns out, my legs look spectacular… or at least, that is what I’ve been told.” He tapped a finger on his chin. His body subconsciously shivered thinking about Yume when she got caught up in the thrill of a good gamble. Her and her sister saved his life however; Damien could not judge too harshly. At this point, they were practically family.
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Valleria just looked at the duo of Damien and Rowser hugging with an unamused face “oh… it’s you” Valleria said with a sigh, he was quite rude after all. Valleria placed a hand on her hip as she was ready to move away if this Rowser guy decided anything weird, she could remember the way he acted back when they were at the beach together and she knew he was a hugger while she… was the exact opposite. She then raised an eyebrow as Damien offered Fang to spar someone, he wasn’t wrong after all “if you want to spar then I don’t mind being your sparring partner just this once. I’m in a good mood so why not” Valleria said with a smirk, still in the same pose as before while completely ignoring Damien’s mention of his legs, she didn’t care one bit.
Rowser Rabbleman Team TYRD “Silence is golden. And that's also why I'm not stupid rich.”
Rowser kicked his feet like running in place when Damien lifted him up. “AAAHHHH!!!” He shouted, despite the smile on his face. There were two types of peoples in the world: those whomst loved Damien hugs, and filthy liars! Once his friend finally set him down, Rowser let out a breath and took a deep one to replace it. He waved to Fang and finally introduced himself. “Hello, Fang. I'm Rowser. Like Damien said.” What to do? Sparring? It didn't feel like a Damien thing to suggest, but he seemed to make a girlfriend during a fight with some Grimm during Survival Class so maybe he was becoming a badass behind Rowser's back.
“Yes, Sunshine, it is I! Rowser!!” He offered a bow to Val. “Listen, it's not my fault you had to buy us all ice cream. It was Yumeko's. Just wanna put that on record...”
“Beware of those that are slow to anger, for when it is long coming it is the stronger, for when it comes, and the longer kept, Abused patience turns to fury”
So after finishing his nap back in the dorms and finding the room empty when he woke. Nikolas stretched and decided to make use of Beacons exercise facilities. The walk over was uneventful and ended with the nostalgic smell of rubber, iron and sweat. Smiling and slipping into the lockers, Nikolas quietly emerged and began to stretch out and warm up before making his way over to the track and starting to run. he quickly fell into an easy pace once his heart rate was up until the final lap of his first mile. That one, he sprinted making a point not to infuse his legs with aura so he could feel the burn. Aura exercises would be done later. Right now, it was purely physical. stepping off the track Nikolas began to do pushups aiming to reach 100 with as few breaks as possible.
'Feels good to just get up and go'
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Aurtrox walked through the grass field alongside the gym. This is where the mathematics & cybernetics class would be held. An odd class for sure, one that most didn't take out of intimidation, but Aurtrox thought essential to being a good Huntsman. Today they would cover a few different things, all of which important to know for the aspiring Huntsman. "So much to teach, and so little time." Aurtrox said to himself. Beside him in the field were several large crates. Each of which were ten feet by ten feet, and covered in a tarp. There were numerous crates spread throughout the field. They would be revealed in due time, but first he would give his opening talk before they got into the fun part of the class. He would patiently wait in the middle of the field. He had a regal air about him. He stood in a stately manner, and would smile and nod to each student as they came in. It wasn't a fake smile like that of a politician, but a genuine one. He truly did appreciate his students. They were the future of not just Vale, but of all sapients.
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Of all the places, Ryker did not expect math class to be in the fields by the gym. Even for the cybernetics portion; he expected a lab or something. There was also a lot of big tarp-covered crates for some reason; he could feel his suspicion rise that this class was not gonna be as mundane or easy as he had been thinking. Though he honestly had no clue what was planned. The other surprising thing was that it was not Vickers today; it was the headmaster. Ryker felt his suspicions rise even more; 'The hell is going on that we get the headmaster?' he wondered to himself. The guy had that regal air of someone in charge, though his smile and nod seemed genuine at least. Unsure where to sit, Ryker would just sort of stand off to the side as others of the class would arrive. Curious, and wanting to kill time, he would speak. "Morning Headmaster. I am...curious why you are here instead of Vickers and why we are not in some lab or classroom for this? Not that i'm complaining or anything but this wasn't exactly what I was expecting," he would ask and speak truthfully for once.
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While Ceru held his broken arm with pride, squiggles drawn on it (which yes he did it himself), it was odd having his arm stuck to his chest. His balance felt off. Sliding he quickly learned was a hazard. He kept tipping over and he was instructed to keep his semblance off until he finished healing. A little too much chaos was caused for his teams and staff's patience. Step by step the penguin walked with a bit of a sad hop to every bounce as he did his best not to tip over. Thankfully he was also a small boy so his center of gravity was low and easy to adjust. The worst of it all though, was the itching. Oh he was constantly desperate. It was a good thing they had selected robotics and math as a class rather than one more combat oriented. He wasn’t going to be useful in combat. Unless…. Beacon was odd, one never knew when teachers were going to throw something exciting at them.
Popping into the gym he wondered didn’t even recognize the headmaster, not at first, he just seemed like a teacher to him. Cerulean was not one that paid much attention to faces and names. He was too hyper too often. Plopping into a seat he pulled out a pencil from his pocket and shoved it into the cast wiggling it around as his face let out an image of pure bliss.
Ƞ ȩ ϯ α ɱ ɨ x†x м ι к ą є ℓ § σ η 【 Tinkerer of Vale】
‖ Who: Ceru, A random, and the Headmaster‖Thoughts: Outside? Ew ‖‖Ambiance: End of Innocence‖Profile‖System Loading... Herja Activated ‖ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Netami was one of the lucky students not to get injured on the mission into the caves. None of the Herjas had even gotten a scratch or scuff mark, and she was thankful there was little maintenance on them she had to endure. However, the price for that was being the one member who hadn't seen a working Atlas robot. She was irate with rage for the days following, not that her usual demeaner had changed much to anyone watching. She stuck her head far into the Herjas' system, barely talking to her teammates but to help Ceru if needed, and obliterated the difference between her normal self and her reclusive one. There had to be a way to find the technology to sought, and she wondered if she could venture back to the caves without dying to use the badge still in her possession.
Netami's eyes stayed pointed forward rather than at her scroll as she walked through the grassy field. She had class today, and she hoped something from it would be useful to her. The Herjas walked behind her, their feet leaving slightly heavier footprints in the earth than hers. Getting to the outside gym for class, her attention peaked as she saw the Headmaster present. Was he teaching the class today? She arrived just at the tailend of a student's question on the subject, and Netami stood closer to Cerulean as she awaited the answer. Nodding toward the penguin, Netami stood in wait while her bots whirred silently a few paces behind her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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The Confused Bug: Lyosha
Lyosha Rudric, after the mission, was extremely exhausted. His body was sore and the few wounds he did get were bandaged and still hurt like it was a broken bone. Yet- he could still use his body without a great amount of pain. The morning of the class, he woke up in the bed that was almost too small for his large body. With a groan, and a yawn, he lifted himself out of bed, rubbing his eyes and feeling not only the pain in his back but the pain that he acquired on his forehead. It was nearly deafening- as if something was coming out of his skin. He felt his forehead- there were two sharp bumps there, he winced and decided: He’d wear the hat today. Whatever it was, he hoped it didn’t interrupt the class that he was going to- knowing that the class itself would be hard for himself.
He left his house after a quick breakfast- his mother still crying at the fact that he could have died fairly easily during the mission. Living with his family has its perks and...downsides. He took a breath and ran towards the Gym- where oddly the math class was...Man he didn’t want to do this! Lyosha would get there, sweating, aching and groaning. “I’m herrreee...Why is this dumb math class at the gym…” He groaned, keeping the hat on tight although there were slight bumps on his forehead, looking really uncomfortable as he adjusted it a few times. Looking about the people who were there- only one of them he didn’t know, for he knew the teacher (who of course, directed the mission of the Northshore) Cerulean, the d*mn penguin and Netami, the weird geek who he swore didn’t help at all whilst the two of the team (Ceru and, of course, himself) fought for their own survival. He grumbled a bit as he looked towards Ceru “You’d think Beacon would give ya’ a bit of a break, since ya’ nearly got your arm bit off by that beast.” He said as his eyes darted toward Netami.
Student|| Team: NGLT|| PC: 34 Location: By the gym out in a field With: Everyone who is in the area Semblance: Inactive. Large Dust: 1 red dust, 2 Yellow dust Small Dust: 1 black, 1 red, 2 orange, 3 yellow, 1 cyan, 1 blue, 1 green and 1 red dust vial
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Aurtrox would ponder Ryker's question for a moment before answering. "It is standard procedure for the headmaster to cover for any absent teachers. Professor Vickers is absent, so I am filling in his stead. I am not allowed to discuss the details of his absence, but rest assured that all is well." Aurtrox said with a kind tone. He purposefully ignored the other parts of the question, as he would address those now. He would then start pacing around the group of students who had all arrived as if they were animals to be herded. Aurtrox liked this group. A rambunctious lot they were. Ceru was recently injured on the Northshore missions and was still recovering. He would have to go light on that one, or not. It wasn't really his way of doing things."Welcome, welcome! I will be covering for Professor Vickers for today's class, and I am so very glad to meet you all! It is indeed the first time I have met several of you." He made sure to look each one of them in the eyes directly as he spoke. Making sure they knew he was paying attention to every individual here. "You will see several large crates dispersed in the field here beside out beloved gym that was only just rebuilt a few months ago. In each crate you will find a unique challenge pertaining to either mathematics or cybernetics." Aurtrox stopped pacing and looked at the group with a devilish smile. "There is a crate for each one of you, but some will require more than one person to complete, and others might require more. If you wish to pass the class you must solve all the challenges within each crate before the sun sets. Otherwise you all fail." His robes then ruffled as his wings revealed themselves out of slits cut in the sides. "Any questions? No? Well then, I'll be watching from above." He shot them an evil look as his wings flapped downwards unleashing a strong blast of air that launched him into the sky. Dust and dirt blasted the students, and before they could ask a question the headmaster was off into the air. He would fly into the sky up above and circle them casually. He was certainly too far to hear what they were saying. After a few circles he would perch himself atop the gym to watch them struggle with the lessons laid before them.
Crate General Description:Each crate is massive, ten feet by ten feet. There are five in total. They are covered in a large tarp. The crates can easily be opened by pulling on the straps at the corner. Once pulled the four sides will topple over to reveal the contents.
Crate: 1
This crate once opened, reveals a large square vault. It is very simple, one side has a door, and a simple password interface consisting of a keyboard and hardlight screen. There are five spaces signaling that the password is only five characters. The keyboard is a full standard computer keyboard with numbers, letters, etc. On the front face of the vault the bottom right corner, and the top left corners are painted red. Is nothing really nothing? Does space not exist?
Crate: 2
This crate once opened, reveals a table with two pieces of paper on it.
First piece of paper:"Mathematics, in the real world are not as simple as numbers on a whiteboard. It is about one's ability to process complex information. Mathematics enables one to quickly solve real world problems. Sometimes you have information reported to you that is difficult to interpret."
Second piece of paper: "Two mothers and two daughters sat down to eat eggs for breakfast. They ate exactly three eggs, each person had an egg. One mother is murdered, how many people are left?" Sets and subsets are an important, albeit boring, lesson in mathematics.
Crate: 3
This crate once opened, reveals another table, but this time a machine is strapped to it. A large cybernetic arm rests on the table. There is a single chair for a person to sit next to the cybernetic arm. The arm has it's elbow resting on the table in an arm wrestling position. There is a button next to it that says "Start." The machine has a single hardlight screen on the front that has a number on it: "5" [Roll a 1d100 on Gaia when you attempt to arm wrestle the machine. It has some give way, but only the mod can dictate a victory. One tenth of your post count will be added to the roll. Rounded down.]
A piece of paper next to the machine reads:"Cybernetics should never be underestimated. Even a simple replacement of a limb can sometimes be advantageous to the user in extreme situations. Imagine a swordsman who sacrifices their arm to land a lethal blow. Now imagine a man who has a cybernetic arm. They likely don't have fear and are far more likely to sacrifice their cybernetic arm for the lethal blow." Is the answer that obvious? Sometimes it is the opposite...
Crate: 4
This crate once opened, reveals an Atlassian droid head hooked up to an electrical box that powers it. The droid immediately sparks to like and asks the first person who opened the box a question: "Red is dead. Dead is red. How many feet, rounded down, would the distance be between dead and red? Subtract ten and there lies the answer you seek." The droid then powers off temporarily. Only to reactivate the next time someone stands before it. It repeats the same thing. Sometimes the answer lies where you first stood...
Crate: 5
This crate once opened, reveals another piece of paper that reads: "One mother dead, the remainder is said.
A dead droid's curse, rounds out the purse.
Another bite's the dust, how many are left to lust?" Sometimes simple addition and subtraction can come difficult...
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▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ It seemed Ryker would not be the only one in class, not that he was expecting to be, but there were a lot less students than he expected to see. As Aurtrox told him he was here to cover for Vickers, but not answer his other question, he shrugged it off with a smile and focused on the new arrivals. He didn't feel like pursuing it if the headmaster didn't want to answer it just yet. The first to arrive was a short dude in a cast who didn't really say much at all and seemed to be...digging a pencil into his cast? 'That is one way to pass the time. Wonder how he got the cast,' Ryker thought to himself silently. The next to arrive was a bit more...interesting. It was a girl not much taller than cast-man that had some animal ears...though she had robotic escorts!? 'That is so cool!' he thought as he saw them. The last to come was...much different from the others. While Ryker was a tall guy, this new one easily dwarfed him. Seeing the closeness the others kept, he guessed they knew each other in some way. He couldn't say if they were a team or not though. He would give them all a friendly wave before the headmaster started acting...weird. He would pace around them almost like a cattle dog did; keeping them all in a rough circle. It was strange to see the switch from kind and calm to this, though they would be spared this herding soon enough as he spoke again. He would seem to look to each of them as he explained he would covers for Vickers and that this was the first time he would meet some of them. He would go on to say the crates would have challenges pertaining to math or cybernetics before he stopped pacing. 'Great....' Ryker thought to himself not looking forward to it. While not an idiot at math...he wasn't exactly exceptional. Nor was he very versed in cybernetics. 'Maybe the gal with the robots would be open to helping?' he wondered to himself.
He would say there was a challenge for each of them in the crate, but that some challenges would require more than one person. The real kicker though was his last words before his wings came out; they had to solve all the puzzles or they would all fail. 'The hell!?' he wondered to himself as the Hadmaster quickly exited...by flying up into the sky. Purposefully giving no one time to ask him anything despite him asking if there were questions. If Ryker were less dumb founded he may've been surprised by the wings out of nowhere, despite knowing Aurtrox was a faunus. But his mind was still comprehending the penalty of not solving the puzzles. 'Of all the classes to not be in a team with,' he thought to himself in slight despair. He was not the brains of the team; not even the brawns. How the hell was he going to solve a puzzle? Plus when Aurtrox flew up dust and dirt was blasted...soon leaving Ryker in a coughing fit and waving the air in front of him to clear it. 'The headmaster really is crazy,' he thought to himself. Looking over to the others, and the crates, he would speak. "The names Ryker. What are yours? Till we solve the puzzles we seem stuck together, so figured we may as well get to know each other," he would say before heading to the nearest one to him, crate 1. Looking around, he would find the only thing he could really mess with and tug. He hadn't expected it to open quite so easily, but sure enough the tarp came off and crate opened as simple as that. And Ryker felt worse off than before he opened it.
He would see a large square vault; it had only one side with anything of note on it. The side in question had a door, a keyboard, and a..screen? Not a normal one at least but it seemed to be one. It has 5 spaces to fill in...so he needed a password to open it maybe? He also noticed that the bottom right and top left corner was painted red. 'How the hell is this a math or cybernetics problem?' he wondered at a complete loss of what to do. It wasn't even like he could go through every combination to guess; it was an entire keyboard with a 5 unit password. It could literally be anything. His mind was racing at half guesses involving the colored corner but...he was drawing a blank. He gulped; he doubted a person smart in either subject could solve this. It would take a super genius to do so. He didn't want to seem like the weak link right off the bat but...he had absolutely no idea what to do. And if this was any indication of the puzzles, what the hell were in the other crates? He had a sinking feeling things were not going to end well. "Uhhh...I need a 5 unit password for this thing. Anyone got any ideas?" he would ask hopefully to the others. He was screwed with this one; maybe someone had an easier one he could help with or do? For now though he would wait and just stare at the screen, trying to figure out what the heck could work for a password.
